by Xyla Turner
He walked in and looked at me with a smirk. The same smirk he always had on his damn face. It was sexy, it was also very telling. The man was up to no good.
Turning, I re-locked the door and started to walk into the living room. He grabbed my hand, keeping me in the foyer. Slowly, he pulled me back to him and once my body was touching his, he said, “You know what this means?”
I looked into his gray eyes and said, “Yes.”
He reached up, moved my hair out of my face, keeping his hand there. “You sure?”
“Are you?” I answered with a question.
“Positive.”
“Okay, then.” I went to pull away.
“Umm, hmm,” he shook his head. “Not so fast.”
His fingers wrapped around the back of my neck and he pulled me towards him. “I need another taste.”
Ryan’s face descended above mine. My eyes closed, as he took his fill of me. I pulled up on my toes, so he could take more. Pushing him against the wall, I started to give back as good as he was giving. He groaned, and that hit my core because I reached up, grabbing his hair. Pressing my body into him, he swatted at my ass, causing me to moan.
He pulled away.
“Goddamn, woman.” His eyes were low with desire.
I rubbed my chest against his and he shook his head.
“Bedroom.” He was on the move with me in tow by the hand.
“Make a right, second door on the right.” I was jogging behind him, as he was making wide strides towards the room.
Once we reached the room, he saw SVU on the screen and turned to me with a raised eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and went to turn it off. I heard the bed squeak, so he must have sat down. When I turned, his jacket was off and on the other side of the bed. He was in a long white Henley that showed most of his pecks.
“Come here.” His eyes were low.
I obeyed and he pulled me, so I was standing between his legs.
“I want to see you naked.” He held onto my hips.
Well, it was all or nothing now. So, I pulled my t-shirt off, displaying my bare breast. Then I shimmied out of my pajama shorts, leaving my pink panties on.
“Better than I imagined.” He reached up and held my left breast, then massaged the nipple with his thumb.
Before I could tilt my head back, he was pulling me on the bed and twisted, so he was on top of me.
“You know how many times, I’ve thought of you like this. Under me. Your sexy ass body, and my hands all over it.” He kissed my lips. “Ever since I first saw you.”
Ryan kissed his way down to my neck, then lower to reach my right breast, while kneading the other. After a while, he switched nipples and feasted on each of them, sending my arousal meter through the roof. Careful not to neglect either of them, he nipped both of the buds, eliciting a yelp from me. My hand held him close to me, as he was setting off all sorts of alarms and warnings to my body. If he kept that up, I could most definitely come.
I had not had many lovers, but Drake from Brooklyn, showed me what a good tongue lashing could actually do in the front seat of his car. He gave me my very first orgasm and I had been hooked ever since. He was the man that opened the whole world of orgasms to me. I did not have many lovers, but I did have a trusted vibrator. It would do the trick. I was really hoping Ryan would do the trick, but I had no idea what to expect from this guy. So far, he had my body lit up like a Christmas tree for him, but I was hoping the fireworks would start.
“Take off your panties.” He told me.
I lifted, so he could get them off. Then he opened my legs and ran a finger down my slit, sending shivers throughout my body.
“Damn, woman. You’re wet for me.” He licked his finger then sighed. “Delicious and sweet.”
He was turning me all the way on. With no warning, he dove in and latched onto my throbbing clit. I moaned and open my legs wider. He sucked, nipped and kissed each lip, cleft and nub down there. Then he inserted his tongue into my wet hole. It did not go far, but it felt damn good.
“You are tight, sweetness.” He looked up.
His finger tried to penetrate, but it didn’t go far either.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked.
“No, it’s just been a while.”
“How long?”
“Five years.” I pulled the spare pillow over my head, to cover my embarrassment.
The bed moved, then I felt it rise up. I heard a belt buckle, something hit the floor then the bed dipped again. The pillow was removed from my face and replaced with his face.
“Sweetness, nothing to be ashamed of.” He turned my face towards him. “When the time comes, I’ll go nice and slow.”
He kissed me on the lips, then slid back down. His shirt was gone and so were his pants. He was in black sports briefs and his mouth was back on my other set of lips. The tingles were back and this time, he inserted one digit and pushed in and out until I was moving around on his finger. He continued to suck viciously on my clit, until I could feel the blood flowing through my veins. My chest was beating wildly, my leg started to shake and my mouth was wide open, but nothing was coming out. His finger pushed all the way in and I screamed my ecstasy out, as he rode the wave and continued to suck on my bud.
“Goddamn,” I exhaled, while my leg continued to shake uncontrollably.
He kept sucking, causing me to plead with him to stop.
“Ryan,” I yelled, as the wave started to consume me again.
He released my clit and added a finger to my wet pussy, and urged me on. “Come for me, D’asia.”
“Ryan,” I gasped.
“That’s right, baby. Say my name and come for me.”
I moaned as he re-inserted his two fingers and rubbed my clit wildly, causing me to sit up and try to close my legs. He beat me to it and clamped them down as he kept rubbing.
“Rrryyyyyaaann,” I screamed.
My body tried to roll over to stop the assault to my core, but he kept going and it kept flowing. Electricity coursed through me as every hair on my body was raised and every muscle was tight with the overwhelming energy that pulsed within my body. When he finally stopped, I fell back on the bed in a comatose state or so it felt. He licked and slurped every drop. Then kissed his way back up to me until his face hovered over mine.
“You lit right up for me.” He smiled. “Loved you calling my name. Coming under my touch. So goddamn sweet.”
“Hmm,” was all I could say.
My eyes were barely open.
“Yeah,” he kissed me on the lips.
He turned my body to face him, then kissed me deeper. I brought my hand up to hold his face, so I could kiss him back. Tasting me on him was hot as shit. I pulled back, so I could return the favor, get ready for the main course, but I had to get him ready. As I went to go lower, he pulled me back up and said, “No, no. Not that type of party.”
“What?” I asked.
“That’s for another day. Tonight was for you. Well, for me, but for your pleasure.”
“So, you are saying I can’t give you pleasure?” I asked with all types of attitude.
“Yeah, not tonight, anyway.”
“That’s ridiculous.” I snapped.
“There she goes. Kitty showing her claws. It’s too late for your shit,” Ryan smacked me on the butt, then said, “I have no problems putting you over my knee and spanking that ass.”
Many thoughts came to my brain at that point and none of them signaled for me to have him leave. Actually, I was curious what a spanking would be like.
“You going to be a good girl?” he asked as I rolled my eyes. “Fine, you want to be naughty, do it tomorrow, when I haven’t worked a twelve-hour shift.”
Oh.
“Thank you.” I said.
His eyebrow raised and that arrogant smirk rose on his face.
“Ladies and gentlemen, D’asia Carey said thank you to me. Little old me.” He mocked crying.
“Oh my God,” I turned my back on him and move
d to the other side of the bed.
He pulled me back and said, “No, sweetness. You sleep in my arms, till I have to leave. Okay?”
His words were a little slurred, like he was falling asleep.
“Okay.”
“So sweet.” He whispered in my ear. “Not letting you go, D’asia. Telling you now.”
He was barely conscious, but I heard him.
I heard him loud and clear.
The clock read 5:30 AM, when I heard a voice saying, “Wake up.”
“What?” I was trying to figure out where I was and who was talking to me.
“Sweetness.” I heard and knew that was nobody but Ryan. “Come lock the door behind me. I have to go now.”
“Okay.” He pulled me up and literally walked me to the front door with my eyes still closed.
There, he unlocked them all, then leaned down to say, “I had fun last night.”
“Me too.”
“I want more of that. Tonight, we’re going to eat at Musholum in Brooklyn. I’ll pick you up on the West side, okay.”
“Umm, hmm.”
“You ain’t hear nothing I said, huh?”
“Umm, hmm.”
He pulled me to him and said, “Get some sleep sweetness. Lock up behind me.”
I nodded my head and he kissed my forehead. Once he opened the door, he peeked out, then close it behind him. I locked all the locks and shuffled back to bed. It was Saturday, I had a date and I needed an outfit. That was my last thought before I drifted.
A few hours later, that same thought jolted me awake.
“Shit, I have nothing to wear.” I hoarsely gasped as I sat up suddenly in the bed.
D’asia
“Mrs. Henry, are you busy today?” I asked, while adjusting the phone on my shoulder.
“No, honey. What’s going on? Is everything alright?” Her normally high voice was much higher.
“No, no. Everything is fine. I, uh, have a date and wanted to know if you would go shopping with me. I don’t have anything to wear and, uh, I’m on a tight budget.”
“Oh, D’asia. You have a date. Wow, honey. Oh sure, come on over and we’ll go right away.”
I smiled.
She was always so sweet and honest. I always said, she’d cut you with a smile. It might hurt, but it wasn’t from a place of malice, meaning it would heal nicely.
Quickly, I headed over to her house. Mr. Henry was there too. After I had walked in, he smiled at me and said, “Date? Huh? Anybody I know.” I opened my mouth to answer, then he interrupted and said, “Before you lie, I already know that cop has an eye for you and I already talked to him about that shit too.”
Oh my God!
“You did,” I gasped.
“Sure did.”
“Mr. Henry, what’d you say?” I went over to him.
“Just to mind his p’s and q’s. He knows the shit you could encounter with that and he as well. You ready for that, D’asia? Huh? Cause that shit could get ugly.”
“Oh, hush, bae. Let the girl live. You did.”
“I know, but that shit came at a cost, mama. You know what the fuck I’m talking about.”
She glided over to him, and caressed his arm with an appeasing tone. “Look, we girls got this. When we need your manly help, we know where to find you.”
“You’re sassing me, woman?” He said with a smile, as he kissed her on the lips. “You know what I do to sassy women.”
“Okay,” I said loudly and moved towards the door.
“Oh stop,” Mr. Henry said. “Like you ain’t never seen nobody kiss before.”
I put my hands to my ears and said, “Lalalala.”
They laughed.
Mr. Henry tapped Mrs. Henry on the butt as she scurried out of the kitchen. They were one of the cutest couples around. I loved to watch them together. It gave me hope.
On our trip to the mall in Brooklyn, she helped me pick out more outfits than I could afford. She disguised this by saying since we were the same size it was for her and I could borrow them indefinitely. At first, I was very uncomfortable with this, but like Mrs. Henry, cut with a smile.
“Your mama’s not here, so you have me and I love ya. You do me the pleasure of doing this. I may not have a daughter, so indulge an old diva.” She smiled.
“Old?” I said, shaking my head. “You’re the most stylish person I know. Old doesn’t even fit into your category.”
“Oh, you are sweet.” She chuckled.
We left with five outfits, five pairs of shoes, new panties because she said I’d probably get some. Apparently, she noticed the way Ryan was looking at me as well. So, she had no doubts, I would be getting some. She even bought matching brasserie sets and a nightie. God, I loved that woman. Just when I thought it could not get any better than that, after some good ole’ Popeye’s chicken, we went and had our eyebrows threaded. It hurt like a bitch, but the outcome made it all worth it.
When we arrived back, she made a quick stop to her house, then came back outside to put something in my bag. I didn’t pay any attention to it, until I was pulling out all of my clothes to see that she dropped a pair of earrings in there. I sent her a quick text to tell her thank you. Over the past five years, she had really come through for Zee and me. She and Mr. Henry. They even came to our graduations. One day, I would repay them. It was not clear when or how, but I would.
Zee was staying with the Henrys again because they didn’t want me to worry about him. Plus, Mrs. Henry, wanted to ensure those panties were put to good use. Ryan texted the location of where to meet him. A subway station on the west side because he did not want me traveling to Brooklyn by myself. It was odd having someone look out for me or worry about my safety. The Henrys did, but that was from a distance and that was mostly because I did not tell them anything. A guy looking out for me, on the other hand, was very weird.
He was already there, when I exited the bus, smiling and leaning against a 4x4 SUV. Who had an SUV and lived in Manhattan?
“Hey sweetness!” He was all smiles.
He was dressed in khakis, brown shoes and a button-up cobalt shirt that reflected from his gray eyes.
Sexy.
Slowly, I walked towards him and said, “Hey, yourself.”
“Come here.” He did not ask.
While I contemplated on whether to come or not, he pushed off the truck and nabbed my wrist, pulling me to him. My body collided with his as he leaned back on the vehicle. With our noses rubbing against each other, he whispered against my lips, “couldn’t wait to see you.”
The smile that formed on my face had to break the barriers of what an actual face should be able to do. I was sure all of my teeth were showing and ensuring that the corn from Popeye’s was not embedded between them was a plus. This was so foreign. I didn’t have flings or boyfriends or guys with benefits. I surely didn’t meet them and rendezvous anywhere. Well, not anymore. And I most certainly, did not have cops who were white, kissing me on the west side of Manhattan. I had a goddamn EBT card. What was I doing here?
As I pulled away, he wrapped me up tighter and said, “No backing out now.”
He must have seen the fear in my eyes.
“Do you really think we should do this? I mean, look,” I motioned my hand around the busy business district. “This is a little too much for me. Sneaking around and all that shit.”
“Listen, we don’t have to sneak. I’ll pick you up, kiss you and grope you wherever I see you. That’s just not alright with you, right?”
“You have that luxury, Ryan. I can’t do that shit and you know damn well I can’t.” I was about to get mad.
“No, no.” He held me tighter. “We are about to go out, have fun, eat, dance, whatever you want. But we are not about to have this argument now. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”
“I just don’t think we…”
He cut me off by putting his lips over mine, ever so softly with a light touch, as if he was waiting for me to stop him. When I di
dn’t, he slid his tongue inside my mouth and merged the two of us again. When I loosened up, he pulled back, kissed my nose, then my forehead.
“Not tonight.”
“Okay.” I whispered.
“Good, let’s go.”
Ryan helped me in the car and we drove to Brooklyn with little traffic. We pulled up to the elegant restaurant and he passed his keys to the valet driver. So it was a valet-exclusive restaurant. I was so glad I went with the flare black dress with blue heels and matching earrings. Mrs. Henry had texted back that those were another set I could have because they went perfectly with the shoes.
He reached out for my hand, after my door was opened. When I reached the ground, he pulled me in and whispered, “Did I forget to tell you that you looked absolutely stunning?”
Once again, that crazy killer clown smile took over and I could not help it. The man definitely earned points for charm.
“Thanks.” I whispered.
Once we were seated, we searched the menu for a bit, but after trying not to react to the prices, I stopped looking.
“Do you know what you want?” He asked.
“No, I’m not really all that hungry. Maybe I’ll get a salad or something.”
He frowned, then said, “D’asia, you knew we were going out. You ate before you came?”
“Uh, yeah. I was not sure where we were going and I was not sure if I would like the food or not.”
He dropped the menu and asked, “Are you serious?”
“Yeah!” I exclaimed.
“Sweetness,” he sighed. “I wanted us to go out, eat, and have fun. Everything is on me, so you can just relax. I also wanted to go dancing after this. Can you do that?”
“What kind of dancing?” I raised my eyebrow.
“Dancing, like at a club. You know the types that play music.”
“What kind of music?” I asked slowly.
“All types of music.” He answered in a mimicking tone.
My lips pressed together as I thought about what that meant.
